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He paddles out behind me, catching up, and when I look over at him, his tanned skin shining in the sun, water droplets glistening off his muscular arms, he smiles.

Straddling my board, he stops and does the same beside me. I can tell he’s an experienced surfer, and that doesn’t surprise me. This isn’t an area that tourists frequent unless they’re brought here by a local.

“So, what are you into, Flynn?” I ask, my tone flirtatious and low. I wet my lips as I wait for him to answer, tasting the salt of the ocean on them. Taking in his lean body, his ab muscles taut and rippled, and as I watch a bead of water roll down his chest, I dream of licking it off his amazing body.

“Surfing. Surf girls,” he comments back, a low rumble to his words as he looks me up and down. “How about you?”

I purse my lips, loving the banter with this guy already, not to mention his sexy as fuck accent, finding myself turned on and thinking about what he might be like in bed. It’s been a while since I’ve found myself in this kind of situation and the thought excites me.

“Surfing. Bad boys.” I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, our legs rubbing against each other as the waves slowly lift our boards.

“Well, guess you’re lucky then,” he plays back, and I lean forward resting my palms flat on my board, my boobs pushed up. His eyes drop to my chest, and I let out a laugh.

“Why’s that?”

“Because I’m both those things,” he replies coyly, his eyes never leaving my body, and if my bikini bottoms weren’t already wet, they’d be soaked now.

“You’re cheeky,” I say, but my mind wanders to hooking up with this hot surfer with an Australian accent, and I’m trying to think of all the places we could go where my friends won’t see this play out.

I need this, a random hook up to get a release because some days my vibrator and internet porn just aren’t cutting it. And living with Daisy and Sloane doesn’t make it easy to bring home guys.

Sloane has never been cool with it, and I get why. All those years in foster care, our home is her safe space, and she doesn’t want the worry of some random guy in there. I respect that and her need to heal from all the shit she’s been through.

The last thing I want to do is ask this guy to take me back to his place. Who the hell knows where he’s staying, and that’s probably not the safest choice anyway.

And then it hits me.

Tanner’s boat, and Tanner is on Oahu right now, doing some location scouting for the possible expansion of The Pipe Dream. It’s something he’s doing to help out Nate and Sage while they both deal with things here on Maui.

Everyone’s busy.

And today is my morning off.

“You’re a fucking dream come true,” he murmurs, his words burying themselves deep inside me, wanting to see how far we can take this. “Want to catch a wave in and…” He doesn’t have to finish his sentence; I’m nodding already.

“And what?” I respond with a sly smile on my face. Even though I nodded at his comment, I want to see how far he’s willing to take this. If he’ll come right out and say what we’re both clearly thinking.

He seems bold, and I love guys like that. I need someone who can keep up with me, someone who doesn’t care about my loudness or my independent nature. It’s one of the things that Mitch always told me to hold onto, and to never let a guy take it from me. I live by that now.

“There’s a vibe here, is there not?” He looks at me, the question written all over his face. Wondering if he’s misread the situation.

“There is. And I hope it’s the kinda vibe where we end up without our clothes on.” Now it’s bold of me, and Flynn lets out a hearty chuckle. I feel his laugh roll through me, sending butterflies into my stomach. My eyes once again taking in his surfer’s body, a body I’m dying to explore.

“I like you. You’re no bullshit.”

He’s right. I am, and I intend to stay that way. Just like this hook up is about to be no bullshit too. I don’t want a relationship. I want hot, meaningless sex with some guy I found out here on the water. A guy who can surf the swell, who has an amazing cutback and a hot body to match.

He’s sitting right here in front of me, and if things play out like I hope, in a few minutes, we’ll be naked, and I’ll be coming on his face.

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” I prompt, flicking my head toward the incoming wave, and Flynn hits me with a cocky grin.

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” he counters, motioning for me to go. “Ladies first.” His brows go up, waiting for me. And I know he’s probably going to underestimate me like most guys I encounter on the water do. He has no idea what he’s in for.

There’s a reason I was given the opportunity to compete as an amateur at Maui Pipe. I’m not just good. I’m fucking great. Mitch saw it when he was still alive, realizing I had way more talent than any surfer he’d ever seen, taking me under his wing and training me.

But all that went to shit when he died, and I haven’t been on a board in so long. I worry that I may have lost it.

My heartbeat kicks up. Today was supposed to be a quiet morning alone on the water. Not just for surfing but to also get my head on straight, to stop thinking about why I shouldn’t be surfing.

The competition is soon, only a few weeks away, and while I haven’t withdrawn, I’ve stopped training. I’ve shutdown, depressed and missing Mitch and all his support. Not feeling like I should be a part of something this big.

But here on the water with this guy, I swallow back my fears, flattening myself on my board, I watch for the wave, and when I see it, I do what I do best.

I close my eyes the moment I catch it. I feel like I’m floating, the memory of all the time I spent out on the water hitting me.

I miss it.

I miss surfing.

I miss Mitch.

I miss it all.

I ride the wave into the shore and when I look back, I see Flynn doing the same, a huge smile on his face.

The area we’re at right now has the perfect waves for practicing for Pipe, and the one I caught was big, big enough to put some of the most accomplished amateurs on their ass. You wouldn’t catch just anyone out here, and that’s why it’s me who is on the roster for Maui Pipe, and I remind myself of that as Flynn comes to a stop in front of me.

“Fucking impressive,” he says, letting out a low whistle. “Where’d you learn to surf?”

“You’re looking at it. Born and bred here.” I stop for a second, watching as he runs a hand through his wet hair, shaking off the drops that fall to his face. “But I don’t want to talk about that.”

“Is that so?” Flynn hits back, lifting his board out of the water, he tucks it under his arm. “What do you want to talk about, Alana?”

And oh my fucking god, the way my name just rolls off his tongue, all deep and sexy, his accent sending a jolt of electricity straight between my thighs. It’s been a while since a guy was able to make me feel this way with just a few simple words. Honestly, I can’t even remember the last time. He’s about to have himself a really good morning.

“I want to talk about what you can do with that tongue of yours,” I tell him, and his gaze grows heated, and his eyes nearly burn through my soul.

“Oh, we’re just going right for it, huh?” A lazy grin spreads across his face, and I love the effect my words have on him.

“We are. You interested?”

“Very. I think my favorite color is now pink,” he says, stepping closer to me, and I do the same, closing the small distance between us now. “Your bikini. Your lips.” He reaches out, running the pad of his thumb over my swollen bottom lip. “Your pussy.”

“Let’s fucking go.” These are the words that fall from my mouth without a second of hesitation. My breathing grows labored at just hearing him utter the word ‘pussy’. I’m so fucking in.

“Where?”

“Don’t worry,” I respond, heaving my board under my arm, I make my way over to my car. Loading it onto the top, I signal for Flynn to do the same, but he pauses for a second.

He looks around, and I roll my eyes. He’s a total tourist right now, worried someone will steal his board. Won’t happen around here. We all know each other, and we don’t fuck with each other’s stuff, especially when it comes to boards.

“You’re good. No one’s going to take it. Unless you’re afraid to get in the car with me.” I tease him, batting my eyelashes, “I don’t bite, but I’d be in if you want to bite me.”

“Sweetheart, you are a fucking dream,” Flynn groans, putting his board next to mine. I strap them down, and we both climb in the car.

It’s only a short drive to where Tanner docks his boat, and I pull in, cutting the engine. I look over at Flynn. He hasn’t said anything since we got in the car, and I begin to wonder if he’s having second thoughts. I damn well know I’m not.

But then I see him shift in his seat, adjusting his boardshorts to accommodate his hard-on, and I wink at him.

“I think we can take care of that.” My eyes fall to where his clearly impressive erection strains against his shorts.

Without another word, I exit the car, and Flynn follows. Checking around me, the marina seems to be empty, and I move quickly to where the Luna Mae is always docked.

It’s old as hell, but Tanner takes great care of her, keeping the stateroom clean for when he takes her out for long sails.

My bare feet slap along the worn-out wooden decking, coming to a stop right outside the Luna Mae, and without even thinking about it, I hop onto the deck.

When I turn around, I see Flynn hesitate for a second and then do the same.

“Is this your boat?” he asks me, and I hit him with a devious smirk.

“Would it be hotter if I said I don’t know whose boat this is?”

Flynn’s laugh has my stomach somersaulting, and my thighs squeeze together, trying to dull the ache that’s been present since we started flirting.

“It’s a friend of mine’s boat,” I eventually say, not wanting to ruin the moment. “We’re good. He’s on Oahu.”

I lead Flynn down the small stairs and into the stateroom. The bed is neatly made, and it’s about to get messed up in the best possible way.

I fall back onto the bed, curling a finger in Flynn’s direction, and he grins wolfishly, stepping between my open thighs. I widen my legs, giving him more space, and his gaze falls to the wetness soaking through my bikini bottoms. It’s erotic and dirty, and holy shit, I can’t wait to see what happens when this man is settled between my thighs…with his mouth, his fingers, his cock.

“Tell me what you like, Alana,” he rasps, leaning forward. He drags a finger between my breasts, my nipples hardening into painful peaks, straining against the fabric of my bikini.

“I like it rough. Fuck me and fuck me hard.”